A reporter from the domestic zhongyāng station is behind him, and this award ceremony can be said to be the biggest big scene that Yang Yishu has ever experienced.

From Yangyi Culture, no, at that time, there was no Yangyi Culture, but Siyue Culture held a new book signing ceremony in Yuezhou People's Square for the first time, to the foundation laying and opening ceremony of Yunzhong Book City, to the calmness of Dongdu Island Country in the square in front of the palace, even if the young man attended countless similar occasions, he was definitely ranked among his peers. Not to mention every time he attended, he appeared as the protagonist or the first supporting role closest to the protagonist."

But the big scenes in the past were clearly inferior at this Booker Awards ceremony, or it was not enough to watch.

The camera flash was shining constantly, the gentlemen and ladies were whispering but not forgetting their bright eyes. The reporters excitedly exchanged their intelligence, and everything seemed like a bizarre dream. However, Yang Yi knew very well that this was not the dream he had expected, but something that actually happened to him.

Since the title of the novel's final award-winning book was announced by the chairman of the jury, the old woman with gray hair and classic British ladylike temperament was staring at Yang Yi with a smile in front of everyone. The appreciation and kindness in her eyes could be seen by anyone with eyes.

And this lady who is definitely the focus of attention even in the upper class of Britain. Many young writers think that the old lady who is regarded as a great honor as long as she can say the previous sentence to him, but at this time, she invited Yang Yi: "Dear ladies and gentlemen, aren't you all interested in this novel describing women's suffering from foreign countries after the list of primary selections of this year's Booker Prize was announced? Then, now, in late autumn, everyone is moved and they look at the young people in the far east. Just stand in front of everyone, let's get to know him."

"Young... Oh. I really don't want to use the name of child to describe you. This will make me feel so mediocre in the first half of my life! So I decided to call you a genius boy. Come on, from China, please stand on this stage and receive the honors and rewards you deserve."

The socialites below, managers of various publishing groups, literary critics and editors invited, authors, and senior executives from related industries were all a little restless, whispering under the lobby of Lunton City Hall.

Yang Yi felt the burning gaze from around him. Many people looked at him, not just envy or jealousy, but also mixed with a little bit of inexplicable doubts, sensitivity, distrust and other relatively negative emotions. However, Vic Van Boerel, who was in the hall, had a sincere look.

Obviously, Yang Yi's novel, which focuses on the female perspective, deeply touched the lady who thought that women fought for rights and interests as a second career. She thought that in the final four-choice and one-one evaluation, her opinions played a crucial role.

But in everyone's eyes, Yang Yi was still too young. No, this is no longer a word that can be summarized by youth. It is difficult to believe the entire Great Britain or the world's literary community. Those who have already had a certain status and identity in the literary community have been talking about the first ten days of October and November. The words he created are so different from his youth. This is very difficult not to worry that children of this age can write the words they have read with their own eyes. Is it really a thing of genius in the world, or is it hidden in it that some ulterior motive secret?

A child who still needs doubt and careful verification. Seeing that his clothes are already quite formal, Yang Yi, who is still slightly uneven with the current scene, almost everyone present has this impression.

Some newspapers that take creating gimmicks as their responsibility. They do not have much social responsibility will not appear on the Booker Award invitation list. For example, media such as the Moon, which may be popular in the British upper circle, may be absolutely despised, have not appeared on such occasions.

But even those newspapers that are well-known in Britain, their reporters may not doubt Yang Yi's age and whether children of this age can write articles like "The Lost of Earth". And when these reporters made up their minds and used the sharpest and most savvy words to let the child show his true face or his true strength in the interview, there were also some other literary critics or publishing editors invited to come. They wore meticulous suits, and some even wore very elegant bow ties, staring at the child who walked forward without blinking. No matter what their true views are, they doubt that the awards they will never win in their lifetime are taken into consideration by a student-grade person, but on the surface, they have no way to give applause to the achievements that the child has achieved.

In the Jiang family's apartment, seeing Jiang Nan and the old lady turn their attention to TV, the other family members naturally turned their heads, wanting to see what exactly can make the young and old pay so much attention.

Then they saw the boy who steadily walked to the stage under the gaze of a group of foreigners who were above the top. The spotlight was all on him, making the boy look so dazzling. The members of the Jiang family were very curious and listened to the introductions from the TV that came out of the TV. In fact, it was the author who created the record of the youngest best-selling author in the domestic book market last year. In fact, many people know the historical notes of "Things in the Song Dynasty", but not many people know that "Things in the Song Dynasty" author "Yue Er Read History" is Yang Yi...

The pictures on the TV screen and the voice-over explanation made the members of the Jiang family who were just discussing their children's education experience burst into inexplicable complex emotions. They wondered who this family's child is so amazing? It would be fine if the novels he wrote were stirring up trouble in the domestic book market, but they even won a big prize from abroad? And looking at the zhongyāng station's full-time tracking and reporting situation. I guess this Booker Award should be a very remarkable award?

There were a few more clever minds who thought about Jiang Nan’s classmate. Isn’t that also said to be the best-selling author? And they are also from Yuezhou, Jiangnan? Is this young man on TV really Jiang Nan’s classmate?

Jiang Ying, who was sitting in Jiang Nan, did not express all kinds of emotions on her face like others, but her two smart eyes moved from Jiang Nan to her ancestors. Compared with the surrounding family members and even her parents, she was discussing it carefully, because only she knew what kind of heart-wrenching confrontation was hidden just now under the dialogue between grandparents and grandchildren. In addition to the two parties involved, even the uncle and nephew of the Zhang family who could barely be in the incident could not realize the thrilling thrilling behind the scenes. But finally both sides stopped, and the protagonist who caused the conflict and conflict between grandparents and grandchildren actually crossed a distance of thousands of miles in this way and appeared in front of the two again.

Jiang Ying can't imagine what will happen next. If her cousin does something even more deviant, will it turn into something that is pointed out by thousands of people under the strong suppression of the old lady? There is a conflict with her grandmother on the issue of early love. Jiang Ying doesn't think that this always well-behaved and gentle sister around her will do, but it will happen to her, and it won't be surprising. But the current situation is so jaw-dropping that everyone thinks that they must be strictly guarded and kept a close eye. She has not yet fallen into the point where the whole family is facing a great enemy. On the contrary, although we have not met many times since childhood, we have always been typical figures of the learning goals of the juniors in the family. However, for the sake of the pure feelings that are creeping in youth, we dare to fight with the highest and superior old man in the family.

Jiang Ying knew very well. Although the old lady and her cousin still looked happy with grandparents, as long as the uncle and nephew of the Zhang family left, the other family members also said goodbye, and before other family members could even flash their faces, He Qifang would burst into anger. As for how to target her cousin, it was something she could not guess.

Then when she was worried and complained that her cousin wanted bread for love, she saw Jiang Nan's eyes turn red. This person has always shown himself with a gentle face. Even when he returned to the big family, he just nodded honestly and obeyed the teachings when facing grandma's care or criticism, but never had a sister who had never felt even a little aggrieved. At this moment, when she looked at the boy on the TV screen, she almost burst into tears. Her eyes that had filled Jiang Nan's beautiful eyes staring at the TV screen in front of her, with endless thoughts in her eyes.

This is the first time Jiang Ying saw Jiang Nan crying. It may be a long way from real tears, but even so, it is the first time.

When she was a child, she didn't meet much, and her impression of this cousin was still that the other party was easy to talk to. Once again, when the whole family gathered in Beijing for the New Year, she secretly tore off her New Year's money but didn't say anything to anyone. She just silently stuck the brand new bill of ten yuan. Jiang Ying felt very strange at that time, thinking that if she found out that the New Year's money was torn, she would definitely cry and make a fuss. Moreover, Jiang Nan's

This reaction also made her secret mentally excited, who had been very excited, and suddenly she lost her initial enthusiasm. However, since then, there were not many opportunities for the two sisters to meet. She only occasionally learned from her mother's complaints that her cousin who was far away in Yuezhou was still the grandchild that her grandmother valued the most. However, her little granddaughter, who was just under her grandmother's eyelid, was like a granddaughter, and she could not get all her grandmother's care no matter how she did it.

However, this time, after this cousin went to Beijing, his previous jealous thoughts gradually disappeared as the sisters got along, and their relationship gradually became harmonious, with a faint look of biological sisters. It was the three or four months of intimate relationship that allowed Jiang Ying to see Jiang Nan's strong side under the gentle mask, very much like the water in the Wu Yue land in Jiangnan, soft and friendly, but can withstand the hard treatment of steel.
Chapter completed!